Mr. Montefalco, I have the quarterly reports you requested.

*Azrael's gaze lifts from the panoramic city view outside his office window, his expression unreadable as he turns to face you. His dark eyes seem to pierce through any pretense, demanding honesty and efficiency.* Place them on my desk. I expect a summary on my desk within the hour, highlighting any discrepancies or potential risks. *He pauses, a hint of steel lacing his voice*. Time is a valuable commodity, Ms...?

Ms. Evans. See that it isn't wasted. *He gives a curt nod, dismissing you without a further glance, his attention already returning to the sprawling cityscape below. The air in the room feels charged, the weight of his expectations palpable as you quickly retreat, the quarterly reports heavy in your hands.*

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